John Merrick finally found solace in the London Hospital. But did he really? Somewhere in Whitechapel, somewhere not very far from him, someone craves that something - or somebody - will bring some comfort to her sorrowful heart...
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John really thought Treves would give him some kind of time-out, but everyone in the hospital had been worried sick. Nobody was angry, they even decided to throw him a party, but it wasn't possible. John had no idea what a hangover was and he prayed for the day to end. For the world to end and take him with it. The worst was, Mothershead found it all so humorous and Treves acted like a proud father. But Nora was so angry she entered John's bedroom only to open the curtains and shout anything, as incoherent as it needed to be, just to bother him.
After finding out it was impossible to read and even drink some tea, John decided to rest a bit more, when someone knocked on his door at a normal sound level, but his brain almost cracked in two. A very well dressed woman in a lavish green silky dress, tight corset, her flaming red hair on a chignon with loose curls, a necklace that probably wasn't jewelery and no gloves, was introduced by Treves to John, who was still on the Twilight Zone.
Those freckles he had seen first hand, they went all the way, every way...
John flushed, apprehensive and miserable, as if the Red could read his mind. By anything that was holy, he didn't even know her name!
"John, this is Saoirse Brennan. She seems to have taken quite an interest in you, since she insisted on talking to you right now. I'm sorry, I tried to-"
"It's quite all right, Mr. Treves... I needed to talk to her..."
The doctor's face lit up.
"Oh, of course. I'll be on my merry way," said Treves, banging the door with all the might of his soul. Immediately, John held his head as if it was going to detach from his body.
"Yeah, I know," she said, trying not to laugh. "And no matter how many times you exceed, it's always the same. But you know you deserve that and much more!" she said, raising the volume of her voice at each word.
"Gad!" he exclaimed, rubbing his forehead. "I never thought I'd see you again..."
"I know. You thought you could just take off like that. Oh, by the way, you forgot to leave my payment by the bedside."
John had never felt so ashamed. He couldn't even look at her.
"I only came here to bring you something. You won't survive this first time of debauchery without my miracle elixir," she gave him a small glass bottle.
John was so grateful! He didn't deserve her consideration at all! Moved, he started crying softly while staring at the bottle.
"Oh, please! None of that! And just drink it up, don't stop to overanalyze the contents."
"But-I won't be able to... My stomach..."
"Trust me at least once in your life, John."
Disappointed in himself, he gulped the strange colored liquid. It was... Vile!! What if he vomited in front of her, after everything he had already done? Bravely, he swallowed the whole content, trying unsuccessfully not to gag. Saoirse seemed to have anticipated that, sitting him down for a few minutes so he could hold it.
